I am an old womanNamed after my motherMy old man is anotherChild that’s grown old If dreams were thunderAnd lightning was desireThis old house woulda burnt downA long time ago Make me an angelThat flies from MontgomeryMake me a posterOf an old rodeoJust give me one thingThat I can hold on toTo believe in this […]


They say it comes in threes. Ronnie Virgets. Chef Leah Chase. And, now Mac Rabennack. You might know him as Dr. John. The Night Tripper. The good doctor passed today. His family said that he had a heart attack around day break. He’d been sick for a long time. I’m not sure with what. Doesn’t […]


Busking. A hard way to make a living. These days, in the music industry, distribution is king. Without that, you struggle with tours and merchandise sales. If you are working the street, you have none of that. You have the music. You have a tip jar. And, maybe a few cheaply recorded CDs for sale. […]


Music. I said it before. I’ll say it again. New Orleans is a musical place. It’s often likely that you can hear music as you are passing by a street corner, as I was when I made this picture, that is equal to the sounds you hear in many clubs. Sometimes, the guys on the […]


Yes. A New Orleans thing. Where else do you see a musician walking on city streets carrying his instrument? A drum and a cymbal. This is about as New Orleans as it comes. It happens all over the city. This picture could only get better if he was carrying a horn. A trumpet or a […]


The first one. The first Uptown Mardi Gras parade. Normally on the first night shoot during Mardi Gras, I’m trying to knock off the rust. Not this time. I had an almost perfect shoot. Not only that, but getting there and parking was easy. I parked as close to the parade route as I could. […]


The street. A place that I enjoy working. I like to make pictures that are a slice of time. Photographs that are a glance. On the street. Pictures that are an image of an idea. Pictures that take you there. Pictures that let you feel. Pictures from the inside. Pictures that are from my insides. […]


I read about this mural. One of the three local newspapers published a short story about it. I knew that it was located in Central City. I wasn’t sure where. Looking for it by driving around wouldn’t work. Central City is a big place. So I waited. I was relentless. I was on my way […]